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Seeing you on TV made them angrier than the fight they had faced off with you but somewhere they all were hiding their tiny little euphoria.
Jimin and Jungkook excused themselves to your room and once they entered, their bodies landed on your bed as they cuddled with pillows.
They missed you a lot. Your smile. Your voice. Your presence. Your innocence and passion. Everything.
"Hyung, I miss her a lot~" Jungkook whined to his elder brother.
"I do too, Jungkook-ah. Hug?" Jungkook slid his hands across Jimin's torso, embracing his brother as they both thought about you who now suddenly became independent without them. The two taught you despite what their elder brothers told you. They taught you every dance move, how to control your vocals, and were surprised about your rapping skills. To you, they were the best brothers. And to them, you were the best sister.
"Let's just hope Y/N carries out a happy life with her new circle, right Jungkookie?"
Jungkook hugged his brother tighter in remembrance of you calling him that way. Under the twinkly sky on a soaring night, both the brothers in your room hugged while you remained in your new room. All three embraced each other through their hearts and connected just by the melody they liked singing together.
You were the last one to enter the dim backstage after your performance only to find it empty. Looking around when you were gripped from the back as a piece of cloth flew towards your face and just about instantly, you lost all touch with reality.
The room you woke up in was completely dark. Your swollen eyes had difficulty navigating your surroundings. You tried to move but in vain, realizing you were tied to a chair. Your cries came out muffled as your mouth was shut with the adhesive strength of a white duct tape.
You could not move, you could not cry and you could not save yourself. All you could do was pray that your brothers could save you. You felt guilty, for not being careful, for arguing with the people you loved, who were only trying to keep you safe. Your muffled cries came to a halt as the darkroom somewhat lit up. There was a single door through which entered a dark silhouette.
"Initially I thought you were so different from your brothers, that you are fragile," The voice paused to continue again, "But Oh! I was so very wrong. Your brothers are the same as you. Fragile little ken dolls. So incompetent. Could not even keep their sister safe." He laughed a peal of evil laughter, peeling off the duct tape from your face.
"Who are you? What do you want?" You spoke, your mouth strained.
"Me? I'm a friend." He spoke almost mockingly," and all I want is sweet revenge."
Another fit of laughter engrossed him, "That rhymed too! Ha. I should be a poet."
"Leave me or else my brothers will burn you alive. I swear."
